Because my parents brought me up properly, I’ve sometimes wondered if would be wrong to write a gloating, triumphant post when Trump dies.

I no longer wonder about that and will start writing it now to be kept in the drafts folder for when that blessed day comes.

@samlitzinger Two old jokes: A Trump aide comes up to him to excitedly tell him she had a wonderful dream about a procession for him where cheering people waving flags packed both sides of the street along the way. Trump asks "How was my hair, was my hair ok?" The aid responds, "I don't know, it was a closed casket". Second joke in reply...
@samlitzinger A man stops at a newsstand on the street, and looks at the front pages without buying anything. After weeks of doing this, the vendor asks him what he's looking for. He replies "An obituary". The vendor tells him that obituaries are on the last page. The man says "Not the one I'm looking for."